Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Romantica

It was supposed to be an easy job: keep an eye on Myles until I'm sure he's not a threat to us, then forget he exists and go back to living my life. But the more I observe him, the more I realize that Myles is unlike anyone I've ever known, and toying with him is just as much fun as watching him. I want things from him I've never wanted before, and the more I watch him, the more I'm sure he wants them too. He just doesn't want to want them.

Ash Summers is the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. He’s also a total d*ck, and I hate him more than anything. That feeling is mutual, by the way, as he does nothing but torment me. Oh, and did I mention he’s my stepbrother? Messing with Ash is all fun and games until our parents force us to room together during our final year at college. Sharing an apartment with him only makes me hate him more. Until it doesn’t.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me. 

I earned my reputation among magicians for a reason: one wrong move and you're dead. Killer, they called me, and killing is what I'm best at. Except her. The one I was supposed to take, the one I should have killed–I didn't. The cult that once controlled me wants her, and I'm not about to lose my new toy to them. 

I’d been prom queen and cheer captain—high school’s most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school’s ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn’t keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them.

What was supposed to be a dream vacation just turned into a nightmare. It's not every day you board a private jet for an all-expenses-paid trip to Scotland with your two gorgeous bosses. And it's not every day you spot your fiancé kissing another woman across the terminal. The man I was ready...

I'm young, carefree, and my job as the assistant to Holt, manager and owner of the Goliaths of Wrestling, means I'm surrounded by half-naked beefcake wrestlers all day. Of course, I'm going to be interested in… getting to know them all better. It would be, like, illegal for me not to lust after them all, right? There's just one hurdle I have to get over first before I can… get to know the wrestlers in the way I want. And that hurdle makes me really, really freaking nervous.

I live my life by two simple rules: I do what I want, and fuck anyone who gets in my way. I also never back down from a challenge, and Shane is the ultimate challenge. I mess with him because it's fun, and because fighting with him is one of the few times I feel anything at all. He's the only person who's ever stirred any real interest in me, and after three years as rivals, it's obvious that he's not as straight as he thinks he is. He wants me, he just doesn't want to want me.

Ambrose King is everything I hate–ruthless, smug, and far too good at getting under my skin. He's my biggest business rival with a knack for stealing my clients. When my date doesn't show up at the couples retreat we're both at, the asshole convinces me to fake a relationship in order to secure the deal of a lifetime. I don't like him. I definitely don't trust him. And I absolutely shouldn't enjoy it when he wraps a hand around my throat, tells me to kneel, and calls me sweetheart. But I do. God help me–I do.

In a small town like ours, you're either straight or you keep your mouth shut. Being gay would be dirty. Touching the guy who's been your stepbrother since you were three would be dirty. Falling in love with him would be even worse. I protect him because it's my job. I resist him because I have to. But when one night leads to two, and two nights lead to more, lines are blurred and morals are tossed, and my sanity takes a walk.

Jessica Holt's only goal is survival. Keep her sick mother alive. Hold her family together. Stay out of the Heights, where power and corruption rule. But one desperate choice changes everything. One trespass. One forbidden touch. One king who refuses to let her go. Kane Ravencourt isn't just anyone. He's Bleakmoor's heir, raised on money, secrets, and lies. He's the last person she should provoke. But she did. She stole from him. She tempted the hunter instead of running. And now, she'll pay the price. Because being noticed by Kane is dangerous. Being wanted by him is deadly.

The first time I witnessed death was my mother's when I was eight years old. It devastated me. The second was at sixteen when I stumbled on my stepfather's body after he was brutally murdered. That one screwed me up in a different way. Since then, I've kept my shadows at bay, my secrets locked up tight. That is, until Stone Wakefield joins my college hockey team.

Eighteen years old, a Bratva princess, and Lev Melnikov's daughter. That should be enough to keep me away, but the second I see Natalya all grown up, I know she's mine. I try to fight what I feel for her, but my principessa is determined to bring me to my knees, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get me there.

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

My family is at war. With the Cartel and Bratva closing in on us, we need to make allies, fast. Our solution? Marrying me off to a pretty little Mafia princess. I'm expecting her to be a sweet, sheltered girl without a backbone like so many of the other women who grew up in our world. But looks can be deceiving, and it turns out my wife isn't exactly what she seems...

In a few breathless moments, I will be Mrs Alejandro Montoya. He is the King of L.A. and everything a woman could want. Handsome, powerful, rich, and hotter than hell itself. But I am not just any woman. I am Alana Carmichael and I’m only here to save my father. I will not bow to any king. This is no fairy tale. This is my nightmare.

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too.

Cady has her dream job. Her dedication to her career and omega designation make her uniquely qualified to write the advice column that's turned into a national sensation: The Knotty Omega.

Keeping her safe was my job. Keeping her for myself became my obsession. She is a Russian mafia princess, kidnapped to be used as a pawn in a deadly turf war. I was hired to bring her home, but the moment I saw her I knew I must have her for myself. She can run, but I will always be watching from the shadows. Like a feral beast stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to take what is mine. I am her protector, but no one can protect her from me.